"Come on," he ordered, in a colloquial tone, but undeniably an order. "Let's talk while you suck me. I'd love to know more about… this place~"
The two maids exchanged a quick glance, still reeling from the abrupt order, but something shifted in the atmosphere.
The initial fear of having crossed a line gave way to a curious resignation… and a hint of restrained excitement.
They moved almost in sync, kneeling on the luxurious carpet at the foot of the bed, positioning themselves between Victor's open legs.
The first, with darker hair and amber eyes, initiated. She leaned forward, and before her lips touched his skin, her thoughts were in turmoil:
'My God… it's even bigger up close. The texture… the vein pulsing… and that smell of his, mixed with the soap and something else… primal.' Her lips closed at the tip first, and a slight tremor ran through her body.
